Gotta Be Movin on Up - P.M. Dawn
Composed by：DJ Battle
We be moving on up
La la la to the eastside
Where I can do my bid
In a fat as crib in the sky
We be moving on up
La la la to the eastside
And it looks like we're gonna get some cream
From the pie
Right right
I always aim at the right gate
Make you bite ate
Running jooks on the lightweight
Monopolize jeans
Brooklyn hone my genes
Baby burners get squeezed
Move up movin' apartment twenty two M
Forty fours for the coolin'
Trips puttin' two in
Shadey broads off tour suin'
Who hate us
Little Kevin double down on eleven out in Vegas
Playin' Biggie
Mo money mo jiggy
Flig me
The more stones the more izee
Toxen
Smoking pain in the range with my n***a shockem
Rose fed keep a road straight
Broken nose red
Baller bust we the dust
If you ain't eatin' it's us
Like we might fold
Servin' n***as frontin' like it's white gold
Dying hold the lying ain't the right goal
Brooklyn baby
Brooklyn baby
I'll cap your top call me John if you want lady
We be moving on up
Looks like to the eastside
Where I can do my bid in a fat
As crib in the sky
We be moving on up
Looks like to the eastside
And it looks like we're gonna get some cream
From the pie
Right right
You ain't fresh uh uh nah baby
Everybody wanna be a superstar baby
I ain't get the dough
To act like I'm better than you
I just got things to do
Oh lala oui oui freak freak
You say you want trendy
You say you want sheek
And honey dips rubbing on your money clip
Hanging on your place Boardwalk and park place
Acting all new look at you how you're living
Meanwhile your style is played out like racism
Me I'm fresh out of love it's quite tragic
When all they want to do is inspect my gadget
And change a superman to Clark Kent
All for the sake of fake amusement
She said what do you consider fun
You can get it get it consider yourself done
Moving on up
Looks like to the eastside
Where I can do my bid
In a fat as crib in the sky
We be moving on up
Looks like to the eastside
And it looks like we're gonna get some cream from the pie
Right right
Being trying these rocky roads for so long
Still I can hold on
I'm trying to make that door to move on
Papa told me to stay strong
Time has come to make that change
Woah
Here comes the sun there goes the rain
Hey hey
Take that first step to tommorow
Hey hey
Life may bring you joy or sorrow
Woah
Now I'm dottin' my it's and I'm crossin my t's
Rode in
I'm moving up and takin' care of my biz
Woah
Looks like to the eastside
Where I can do my bid in a fat as crib
In the sky
We be moving on up
Looks like to the eastside
And it looks like we're gonna get some cream
From the pie
We be moving on up
Looks like to the eastside
Where I can do my bid in a fat as crib
In the sky
Shake it on up
Looks like to the eastside
Uhuuu oh yeah baby
